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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
A Case of Identity
Capítulo 3, Página 2
"It
was
from
the
reigning
family
of
Holland,
though
the
matter
in
which
I
helped
them
was
so
delicate
that
I
cannot
share
it
even
with
you,
who
have
been
kind
enough
to
chronicle
one
or
two
of
my
little
problems."
"And
do
you
have
any
cases
at
the
moment?"
I
asked
with
interest.
"About
ten
or
twelve,
but
none
with
any
interesting
features.
They
are
important,
you
understand,
without
being
intriguing.
In
fact,
I
have
found
that
it
is
usually
in
unimportant
matters
that
there
is
a
chance
for
observation
and
quick
analysis
of
cause
and
effect,
which
brings
charm
to
an
investigation.
Larger
crimes
tend
to
be
simpler,
for
the
bigger
the
crime,
the
more
obvious,
usually,
is
the
motive.
In
these
cases,
except
for
one
rather
complex
matter
referred
to
me
from
Marseilles,
there
is
nothing
with
any
interesting
features.
However,
it
is
possible
that
I
may
have
something
better
very
soon,
for
this
is
one
of
my
clients,
or
I
am
much
mistaken."
He
stood
up
from
his
chair
and
was
standing
between
the
parted
blinds,
looking
down
into
the
dull,
neutral-tinted
London
street.
Looking
over
his
shoulder,
I
saw
a
large
woman
on
the
pavement
opposite,
with
a
heavy
fur
boa
around
her
neck
and
a
large
curling
red
feather
in
a
broad-brimmed
hat
tilted
in
a
playful
Duchess
of
Devonshire
style
over
her
ear.
From
under
this
great
display,
she
peered
up
in
a
nervous,
hesitant
way
at
our
windows,
while
her
body
swayed
back
and
forth,
and
her
fingers
fidgeted
with
her
glove
buttons.
Suddenly,
with
a
plunge
like
a
swimmer
leaving
the
bank,
she
hurried
across
the
road,
and
we
heard
the
sharp
clang
of
the
bell.
"I
have
seen
those
symptoms
before,"
said
Holmes,
throwing
his
cigarette
into
the
fire.
"Oscillation
on
the
pavement
always
means
a
love
affair.
She
wants
advice
but
is
not
sure
if
the
matter
is
too
delicate
to
share.
And
yet
even
here
we
can
distinguish.
When
a
woman
has
been
seriously
wronged
by
a
man,
she
no
longer
oscillates,
and
the
usual
symptom
is
a
broken
bell
wire.
Here
we
can
assume
it's
a
love
matter,
but
the
woman
is
not
so
much
angry
as
she
is
confused
or
upset.
But
here
she
comes
in
person
to
clear
up
our
doubts."
As
he
spoke,
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door,
and
the
boy
in
buttons
entered
to
announce
Miss
Mary
Sutherland,
while
the
lady
herself
loomed
behind
his
small
black
figure
like
a
full-sailed
merchant
ship
behind
a
tiny
pilot
boat.
Sherlock
Holmes
welcomed
her
with
the
easy
courtesy
for
which
he
was
known,
and,
having
closed
the
door
and
bowed
her
into
an
armchair,
he
looked
her
over
in
the
minute
yet
abstracted
way
that
was
unique
to
him.
"Don't
you
find,"
he
said,
"that
with
your
short
sight,
it's
a
bit
difficult
to
do
so
much
typewriting?"
"I
did
at
first,"
she
replied,
"but
now
I
know
where
the
letters
are
without
looking."
Then,
suddenly
realizing
the
full
meaning
of
his
words,
she
gave
a
violent
start
and
looked
up,
with
fear
and
astonishment
on
her
broad,
good-natured
face.
"You've
heard
about
me,
Mr.
Holmes,"
she
cried,
"or
how
else
could
you
know
all
that?"
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